DANCING QUEEN // Allied Swing Dance

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    Bastille did not want to be there, nor did he feel like dancing - really, he should be home, trying to figure out their little demon issue that Dahlia had left them. Besides, BlizzardClan was allied with BloodClan - which meant, unfortunately, he might see Jackass here. And be forced to be civil. He showed up in silence, simply watching and hoping he didn't have to socialize.


    VALOR PRAELIUM


    When I'm alone I stare at stars and hope dreams come true



    valor was an absolute social butterfly, so when he had entered the party. he looked down at bastille and smirked. "dont have a date?" he teased, tail rattling in amusement. it was all fun and games- wait. his head sharply turned the other way and his lip curled.


    "strays." he snarled, suddenly stiff as a board while he scanned the crowd looking for them. his demeanor changing in a split second as suddenly he looked like he was ready to take on the entire clan as a meal.


    [spoiler]GENERAL ;;
    - valor praelium | adopted by finn praelium | biromantic heterosexual
    - 1 1/2 years old | ages real time | 7'4
    - npc x npc
    - formerly of the elite & rogue
    - member of the rift
    - aggressive when threatened/pack is threatened
    - listens only to his packs superiors
    - terrible at following directions
    - unpredictably goes feral
    APPEARANCE ;;
    - 7'4 foot hellhound
    - snake/wolf hellhound hybrid ref
    - fire elemental pelt (dangerously spreads when feral/attacking)
    INTERACTION ;;
    - can NOT powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions (unless looking to get burned)
    PLAYLIST ;;
    - uncontainable > set it off
    - dont threaten me with a good time > panic! at the disco
    - seven nation army > the white stripes (glitch mob remix
    - my type > saint motel

    let your teeth sink in

    Young appeared to be the first Hawkclanner to arrive, almost forgetting about his hunger as he gazed up at the lights. Whoever had designed the theme did a great job, and for a second he imagined himself as a little kid stargazing with his mother, eyes wide with wonder. All good things came to an end though, and the lion soon snapped out of the trance, glancing towards the other guests before slipping towards the food and drinks. Hawkstar had told them to take as much food as possible, but he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, looking at the table before grabbing an apple. Surely she wouldn't mind if he waited until later to grab stuff. After all, the others would be coming soon anyway.


    He soon headed towards an empty corner, eyes roaming the territory as he sat down to finish the apple.

    remember me as i was, not as i am

    (c) array, tags

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Jerseyboy was playing live? Sweetophelia had not expected that, but nevertheless the BlizzardClan leader was happy to hear him performing. He was quite talented at his craft. Summoning a small smile, she waved to the Paladin before turning away, seeking to find a conversation partner.


    Spotting a HawkClanner, she approached, a cup of wine in her own grasp. "Hey there." He didn't look to be in very good shape. BlizzardClan was sending constant supplies of food by gift baskets or by Imperia, but clearly HawkClan's problem could not be alleviated by relief efforts alone. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen," she introduced herself politely.


    @youngblood !
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